The works of the English poets. With prefaces, biographical and critical, by S. Johnson, المجلد 541790 |
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... whofe baleful blaft 120 The full - blown Spring through all her foliage fhrinks , Joylefs and dead , a wide - dejected waste . For oft , engender'd by the hazy north , Myriads on myriads , infect armies waft Keen in the poifon'd breeze ...
... whofe baleful blaft 120 The full - blown Spring through all her foliage fhrinks , Joylefs and dead , a wide - dejected waste . For oft , engender'd by the hazy north , Myriads on myriads , infect armies waft Keen in the poifon'd breeze ...
الصفحة 17
... whofe toil , Patient and ever ready , clothes the land With all the pomp of harvest : shall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands , Ev'n of the clown he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To fwell the riot of th ' autumnal ...
... whofe toil , Patient and ever ready , clothes the land With all the pomp of harvest : shall he bleed , And struggling groan beneath the cruel hands , Ev'n of the clown he feeds ? and that , perhaps , To fwell the riot of th ' autumnal ...
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... whofe ample wave Their little Naiads love to sport at large . Juft in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling ftream , or where it boils Around the ftone , or from the hollow'd bank Reverted plays in undulating ...
... whofe ample wave Their little Naiads love to sport at large . Juft in the dubious point , where with the pool Is mix'd the trembling ftream , or where it boils Around the ftone , or from the hollow'd bank Reverted plays in undulating ...
الصفحة 20
... fails beneath the pleasing task , Ah , what shall language do ? ah , where find words . 470 Ting'd with fo many colours ; and whofe power , Ting'd 20 THOMSON'S POEMS . Then feek the bank where flowering elders crowd, ...
... fails beneath the pleasing task , Ah , what shall language do ? ah , where find words . 470 Ting'd with fo many colours ; and whofe power , Ting'd 20 THOMSON'S POEMS . Then feek the bank where flowering elders crowd, ...
الصفحة 21
English poets. Ting'd with fo many colours ; and whofe power , To life approaching , may perfume my lays With that fine oil , thofe aromatic gales That inexhauftive flow continual round ? Yet , though fuccefslefs , will the toil delight ...
English poets. Ting'd with fo many colours ; and whofe power , To life approaching , may perfume my lays With that fine oil , thofe aromatic gales That inexhauftive flow continual round ? Yet , though fuccefslefs , will the toil delight ...
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æther amid beam beneath blifs bloom bofom boundleſs breaſt breath breeze CASTLE OF INDOLENCE chearful clouds deep defcends delight earth Ev'n facred fafe fair fame fave fcene feas fecret fenfe fhades fhining fhore fhould fide figh filent filk fing firſt flame fleep flocks flood fmiles fnow focial foft folemn fome fong fons foreft foul fprings ftill ftorm ftream fuch fudden funk fwain fwelling gale gloom grace grove heart heaven hills himſelf labour laft loft mingled mix'd mountains Mufe mufic Muſe Nature Nature's night nought o'er paffions peace pleaſure Pour'd rage raiſe rife round rous'd ruſhing ſcarce ſcene ſhade ſhakes ſhe ſhore ſky ſpirit ſpreads ſtate ſtill ſtores ſtorm ſweep ſweet ſwift tempeft thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand toil treaſures vaft vale virtue waſte wave whofe whoſe wild winds wing Winter wiſdom woods
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الصفحة 43 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot...
الصفحة 164 - Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes, From the rude mountain, and the mossy wild, Tumbling through rocks abrupt, and...
الصفحة 192 - Who, here entangled in the gathering ice, Take their last look of the descending sun; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost, The long long night, incumbent o'er their heads, Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's * fate, As with first prow (what have not Britons dared!) He for the passage sought, attempted since So much in vain, and seeming to be shut By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
الصفحة 208 - Though restless still themselves, a lulling murmur made. Joined to the prattle of the purling rills, Were heard the lowing herds along the vale, And flocks loud-bleating from the distant hills, And vacant shepherds piping in the dale : And now and then sweet Philomel would wail, Or stock-doves...
الصفحة 201 - Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll. For me, when I forget the darling theme, Whether the blossom blows, the...
الصفحة 42 - But happy they ! the happiest of their kind ! Whom gentler stars unite, and in one fate Their hearts, their fortunes, and their beings blend. 'Tis not the coarser tie of human laws, Unnatural oft and foreign to the mind, That binds their peace, but harmony itself, Attuning all their passions into love ; Where Friendship...
الصفحة 59 - Urg'd to the giddy brink, much is the toil, The clamour much, of men, and boys, and dogs, Ere the soft fearful people to the flood Commit their woolly sides.
الصفحة 77 - Ill-fated race! the softening arts of peace, Whate'er the humanizing muses teach; The god-like wisdom of the temper'd breast; Progressive truth, the patient force of thought; Investigation calm, whose silent powers Command the world; the light that leads to heaven; Kind equal rule, the government of laws, And all-protecting freedom, which alone Sustains the name and dignity of man: These are not theirs.
الصفحة 196 - Tis come, the glorious morn! the second birth Of heaven and earth! awakening nature hears The new-creating word, and starts to life In every heightened form, from pain and death For ever free.
الصفحة 172 - How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood, Or more devouring flame. How many bleed, By shameful variance betwixt man and man. How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms; Shut from the common air, and common use Of their own limbs.